Sarah Ellison had no way of knowing how long it had been since she and Gar had escaped from the Aeon home planet. It felt like months, but figured it was closer to a couple weeks. The trip so far hadn’t been bad. It turned out there was plenty of food and water on the ship. She and Gar spent a lot of time making love.

Gar was a problem though, Sarah was starting to realize that. She had fallen in love with the celestial being, there was no doubt about that. She was in love with an alien. But what did that mean? And what could happen to their relationship? She loved Gar, but with his gray skin, and his place among the stars, where would that leave them? She wasn’t okay with the idea of never going back home to Earth. She missed her father, she missed her friends.

Thinking of her father sent a sharp pang of sadness into her heart. It was his fault she was even in this trouble to begin with, as he was a geologist and had given her a beautiful crystal he had uncovered, having had it made into a necklace for her. But even if her father had ultimately set her on this adventure, if it could even be called that; where she had been abducted and in constant danger, she loved him. She missed him. She wanted to see him again, she wanted to hug him.

Sarah was sitting next to Gar in the ship’s cockpit as he steered them intently through an asteroid field. She was dressed in a flight suit. They had found many on board, and though the sleeves and pants legs were a bit too long for her, it fit, and it was better than the dirty clothes she had been wearing previously.

She had the zipper on the front of the flight suit; it was amazing how similar some things in space were to those on Earth, down so the tops of her round breasts were revealed, it drove her love wild. It allowed her to reach between her breasts and pluck up the crystal on the end of the fine golden chain.

Sarah had taken to holding the crystal more often than she ever had back home. It had always been something of a good luck charm, since her father had given it to her as a child. But since being abducted, it had actually kept her alive.

A race of psychic aliens had taken her for the crystal, but they were afraid to touch it since it powered some sort of doomsday machine that could wipe out their whole planet. Gar believed they were trying to turn the machine into a weapon to kill off his own species.

She looked over to Gar, impressed with his flying ability, smiling at how serious he looked with his brows knit closely together. Sarah let go of her necklace and ran her hands through her long blonde hair.

Soon they were out of the asteroid field and Sarah stood from her seat, slinking over to Gar’s.

“That was impressive,” she said, grinning down to him.

The alien smiled up to her, and he let out a long breath that he had been holding as he’d maneuvered their small ship through the danger.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I feel like I should reward you with something,” Sarah said provocatively, and grabbed the round zipper on her suit and began to pull it down. She was wearing nothing underneath the suit, and as the silver ring traveled down to her navel the material pulled further apart and her large breasts were exposed. The alien was unable to contain himself, reaching up and taking a breast in each hand, feeling her rosebud nipples stiffen against his rough palms. 

She continued unzipping as he kneaded her breasts in his hands, and then stepped out of the suit, leaving her nude before him. She was planning on lowering herself onto his lap, but instead Gar pulled one hand from her chest and gripped her thigh, lifting her leg and pushing it over his shoulder, so her womanhood was directly in his face.

He put his mouth against her mound. A soft tuft of blonde pubic hair just above her lips cushioned his tongue sliding between the sensitive rise of her flesh, probing her, running up and down her moist opening.

“This feels like a reward for me,” Sarah said breathlessly, reaching down to slide her fingers through his hair with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder to steady herself on one foot. His one hand held her thigh still, his other at her breast, where his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple slowly between them.

She climaxed quickly at his soft lapping, throwing her head back and pressing herself against his mouth as he tongued her clitoris.

“Oh God,” she moaned between pants. He let go of her leg and she pulled away from him and the chair. She could see his bulge pressing up in his flight suit, a triangular tent at his crotch.

Sarah knelt down in front of him, finding the zipper near his neck and pulling it all the way down, exposing his gray, throbbing member from his suit.

She didn’t use her hand on him, instead she lowered her head slowly, parting her lips when she reached the bulbous head of his thickness, taking it into her warm mouth. He groaned as she sucked on him slowly, just the tip at first, and then taking more and more of his cock into her wet mouth.

He watched her, clutching the arms of the chair while she blew him, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling. She was tempted to finish him with her mouth, but wanted to feel him inside her, despite having just climaxed. Before he could get too worked up she slid her mouth from his member and climbed onto his lap, using her own hand to guide his massive manhood inside her.

She rode him slowly at first, but he was having none of it, and took her by the hips, pulling her up and down, forcing her into a quicker pace. Soon every time she came down there was a slapping sound of their flesh meeting, and her round breasts bobbing up and down with her movement, pressing against her chin and then slapping down against his own chest.

“I’m coming again,” she said hoarsely, always able to get off when she was on top, and the feeling of her womanly walls contracting and pressing against his cock was enough to drive him over the edge and the gray-skinned alien threw his head back as he climaxed, too, his member pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed.

She stayed on him for some time, pressing her lips to his, their hands exploring one another as he softened inside her. Still, she didn’t move. Their kisses, which had been tender at the end of their love making, now grew more passionate. Their tongues swirled together ardently. Gar’s hands found her breasts, then slid down to her ass, his fingers kneading and getting closer and closer to her back hole. Sarah felt him growing hard again, still inside her. He began probing her backside with his finger and Sarah got an idea. Climbing off him and turning around, letting him hold her cheeks apart, she placed her hands on the chair and lowered herself onto him, and he entered her anally.

It was something she had never given a man before back home, something she had never thought she might enjoy, but she loved Gar with everything she had, and he had saved her life countless times. He had seemed eager for it, and as it was happening she found she liked it.

As she bounced slowly up and down on his member, a bit of pain, a bit of discomfort, but a lot of pleasure, Gar groped at her breasts, squeezing them roughly. There was no way this wasn’t a session for him, and though she was on top he was using her.

He came again much more quickly than Sarah thought he would, and she climbed off his thick member. She turned and kissed him.

“I’m going to shower,” she said.

Gar just nodded, in heaven, and closed his eyes. Sarah smiled, kissed his forehead, and went to shower in the small area near the back of the ship.